NovelEnglishChapter 1787: A Disheartening Dream
Amidst the bustling city, a girl in a pink dress walked hurriedly as if searching for something. Her pace quickened, and eventually
she started running.
"Annije!!"
"Annie!"
The king, alone and anxious, had eyes only for that figure. Disregarding any potential danger, he chased after her.
"Annije!!"
The girl didn't look back, running in urgency.
"Annie!" The king, frantic, called after her silhouette. "Annie, what are you looking for? Daddy will help you find it!"
Just as he was about to reach out and touch her shoulder, everyone around him turned transparent and shattered into pieces. The
girl's body also shattered instantly, disappearing without a trace...
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"Annie..." He gasped, his voice barely above a whisper.
Alone on the empty grass, the king stood with his hand outstretched, the vivid scene playing over in his mind. It all felt like a
dream, yet he watched her vanish before his eyes.
"Annie!"
"Annie..."
In the dream, the king looked around helplessly, tears of longing in his eyes, feeling the heart-wrenching pain once again.
"Annie... Annie..."
On the palace bed, the king's closed eyes moved, a tear rolling down his cheek. In the depths of his profound desolation, he slowly
opened his eyes.
Staring at the resplendent ceiling, he knew it was another dream... the sense of loss deepening within him.
The clear image of the little girl remained in his mind, not fading with time.
About four or five years old, she was petite and charming, her smile always sweet, quiet yet confident.
"Annie..." The king's pain was suffocating. "Will Daddy ever see you again in this lifetime?"
His only answer was a silent void.
In the brightly lit study.
On the day of the inheritance ceremony, Rowan wore an elaborate and imposing outfit, perfectly tailored without any need for
adjustment.
The designers breathed a sigh of relief, and the servants carefully folded the clothes, placing them in a ceremonial box before
bowing respectfully and leaving.
After the door closed, the room fell into a profound silence.
Alone at his desk, Rowan couldn't resist retrieving the red string bracelet from the drawer. Exquisite and beautiful, as he lightly
caressed it, his inner turmoil was hard to conceal.
Spains lay buried deep within, once touched or brought to mind, they caused an unbearable agony... a pain that tcould
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"Annie, are you still alive?" Rowan's heart held a persistent question, a prayer.
He dreamt of his sister again last night, seeing her grown up, taller, preparing for marriage. But upon waking, he knew it was just a
dream, filled with hopeful wishes.
Meanwhile, in Prince Taylor's palace, due to his son's recent beating, Katherine had been visiting more frequently, about three
times a day.
"Be gentle..." Taylor sat before the mirror, a bit restless.
His mother personally tended to his face. Compared to a few days ago, the bruising had visibly improved.
"Does it still hurt?" Katherine asked with gentle concern. "I'm being very gentle, is it still painful?"
"Not really," Taylor replied. "Just a bit unnerving. The first tyou applied the ointment was unforgettable."
Katherine's movements faltered, and she glanced at him. "Will you remember this in the future? Will you continue to engage in
illegal activities?"
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